A Kiss is Still a Kiss - Sex Stories

A Kiss is Still a Kiss

... the most incredible experience, his body was completely alight, his cock hard as stone as they kissed so tenderly. &#034Okay guys,&#034 Mr Howard said, &#034that's enough – we're not staging Nine and a Half Weeks here.&#034 She broke apart from him, and as the two of them continued with their lines, he saw genuine delight in her face – she couldn't be that good an actress, surely. Not in her first major production. Then the scene came to a close, and Mr Howard decided to go back to a scene with Benvolio, in which neither Romeo nor Juliet were present. Harry wasn't involved and neither was Samantha, but as he walked off-stage to his surprise she accompanied him, and said furtively: &#034Where did you learn to kiss like that?&#034 A shot of heat shot through his heart. He gulped, and said: &#034Uh... well...&#034 &#034You're a really good kisser,&#034 she said, all warm smiles and so heart-stoppingly beautiful. &#034I'm sure stage kisses aren't usually like that.&#034 And then Amy was there, taking Samantha away from him without even acknowledging his presence or existence. Figured. * Harry's preconceptions about Samantha had been rocked – as much by her change in attitude towards him as by her kiss. The aloof picture formed over his school years had begun to tumble down, and goodness how he wanted it to! He wanted to be with her, breathing her in, kissing her and not stopping for anyone. But was it really possible? Lying awake at night, he thought about her pretty smile, ...

... and his cock was like a pillar of rock – so much so that he found it very difficult to get to sl**p. The feelings running through him were so strong – wonder at the experience of kissing her, surprise at what she had said, bewilderment and a little dread at the attack from Amy Jones. His biggest feeling was hope, hope that he could kiss her again like that, hope that it was more than just a stage kiss, more than just acting. But the trouble was, the only time he could get alone with her – or at least, away from Amy – was up on stage, right in front of everyone. Otherwise, Samantha and Amy were inseparable. * All through school the next day, Harry acted as though nothing was going on. He acted as usual in class, talking to his friends, Finch, the others, smiling and chatting as though everything was as it had always been. Finch questioned him about his Juliet, but Harry brushed it off easily. His calm was put on. Under the surface, a million butterflies of pure uncertainty were fluttering around his insides. He couldn't stop thinking about Samantha, he really could not stop thinking about that last kiss, and he could not wait for that evening's rehearsal, to see her again, to kiss her again. Yet when the time came, Harry's hopes were dealt a crushing blow: Mr Howard said they'd nailed the more intimate scenes, where Romeo and Juliet kiss. They would spend the rest of the time until the dress rehearsals on some other scenes. There would be no more kissing of Samantha until the ...